Dreams are different planes of existence.
They are extentions of us.
Just little bubbles of space and time.
I can hold them delicately in my hand.
Watch and rewind them at will.
You're hugging someone who is gone.
Playing guitar with someone you haven't before.
Sitting in your truck, a song you love comes on.
We are laying on my bed talking.
While I float above through the ceiling.
Into outer space and beyond.
Somewhere the stars are rare.
Few and far in between.
That is where I am.
I'm dreaming in those infinite moments.
Lost to the reality of the world.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
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